"Sister, what are you talking about?" Nangong Xinyao stuck her head in and laughed.

"What are you talking about?" Nangong Yan'er stood up and went over to lead her.

"Sister Yao, you're here." Murphy jumped up and down, happily holding her other hand.

One left and one right were protected in the middle, she looked left and right helplessly, and her face did not have any expression. Her expression made them stare at her, and she was a little embarrassed to see it, coughed dryly, and turned her head away.

"Mother, what are you talking about me, so happy." She was a little playful and clingy and looked at Mu Lian'er.

"You kid—" Before Mu Lian'er finished speaking, she saw Xuanyuan Yuji's master reply.

"Your mother is saying that you are different from before, as if you are a different person."

Nangong Xinyao 'groaned' in her heart, and her face turned a little pale. It is said that parents are familiar with their children, and she is really afraid of being known by Mu Lian'er at the moment that she is not her daughter. A parent who lost a child, it was painful, and she didn't want to see that scene.

"It's changed for the better, and if it changes, you won't be bullied." Mu Lian'er saw that her face was pale, and walked over to touch her head.

"Mother, I hit my head, and I forgot everything before, I'm sorry." The last sentence of sorry is to say sorry for taking possession of her daughter's body.

If she didn't lie, she really didn't know how to explain it to Mu Lian'er. Saying that her daughter is dead, that she is from the 21st century, in that case, she will definitely be treated like a monster, or terminally ill.

"Bump into the head, when is it?" No wonder you don't even know your mother anymore.

"I can't remember."

"It's okay if you can't remember, you just have to remember that no matter what you are, you are your mother's daughter." Holding her hand, Mu Lian'er was very gentle.

Khan, hearing this, it seems that the former Nangong Xinyao is really not a good person. One crying, two troubles, and three hangings are all necessary methods used by ancient people.

She stroked her forehead, not knowing how to say the wordlessness in her heart. I originally thought that this predecessor was just cowardly and impulsive, but I didn't want to--it seems that everyone really can't guess, there is no definite evidence, and they can't guess.

"Mother, this is what I made, you all try it." Hand them the osmanthus cake, and Nangong Xinyao did it to Xuanyuan Yuji's side.

"You did it?" Mu Lian'er was shocked and looked at her all at once.

"That's right." Nangong Xinyao nodded, not knowing why.

Yao'er can make food, how can this be, Yao'er didn't know anything before.

Mu Lian'er didn't know how to describe it in her heart, although everyone was sure that the woman in front of her was Nangong Xinyao. But she vaguely felt that this daughter was strange, like a stranger.

"Mother, Yaoyao, she can do anything, you will know in the future." Nangong Yan'er didn't see what she was thinking.

"Mother, I've been through a lot of things, and I'm not the same as before. I don't know what I was like before, but don't worry, I'm your daughter. ”

Although it's just her daughter, it's still the flesh that fell from her body after all. Her arrival made Mu Lian'er's daughter not know where she was, everyone had a place to go, perhaps, in the dark, she was destined to come to ancient times.

"Mother, I'm sorry for you." Mu Lian'er lowered her head guiltily.

"No need to say I'm sorry, aren't I fine right now."

"Sister Yao, this thing you make is so delicious, can you teach me." Murphy was looking forward to it, his big eyes flickering.

"Okay." She nodded her head in agreement.

With her permission, Murphy happily began to eat. A room full of laughter, happy. In the blink of an eye, there were only two days before their wedding, and on this day, Xuanyuan Yuji disappeared, and he didn't know where he went, leaving Nangong Xinyao in the palace.

You've been there—it's been six days, he's not back, she's dying of boredom.

"Miss Yao." A gentle voice rang out.

"Why are you again?" followed her every time, making her scared every time.

"Miss Yao, where has His Majesty Xuanyuan gone, why haven't you come back yet?"

This time passed day by day, and it was time for the two of them to get married, but this Xuanyuan feather mark was nowhere to be seen, which made Xue Tianjiao feel happy in her heart. If they hadn't married, she'd be happier, and when the time had come to push her sister on—

"If you want to find him, go find him, get out." Looking at her hypocritical face, she wanted to give Xue Tianjiao a few slaps.

"Now it's just the two of us, aren't you afraid that this palace will kill you."

As soon as the killing word came out, Nangong Xinyao vigilantly picked up a small stone and got up. Her eyes were full of coldness, and she looked at Xue Tianjiao and sneered. She dared to guarantee that Xue Tianjiao would never touch her, and if she wanted to kill her, she would have done it early.

"If you're bored, please take care of yourself, I don't have time to accompany you." Throwing a stone into the lake, she blew the hair on her forehead in a dashing manner, ready to leave.

However, Xue Tianjiao grabbed her. "You are from Miaojiang, why do you want to marry a Han Chinese."

As far as she knew, the Miao people did not intermarry with the Han Chinese, otherwise they would be punished by heaven. Her master once told her all kinds of Miao Jiang people, and she knew everything about Miao Jiang very well.

"There's nothing wrong with me being Miao, but marrying a Han is my choice, it's none of your business." She is not an ancient person, so she has no time to care about the rules of her ancestors.

"The master is in Yu Chen Kingdom, he will come to you to go back."

"Neurotic, too lazy to pay attention to you."

What if her master came, he was not her Nangong Xinyao's master. Even if Xue Tianjiao's master came and didn't dare to do anything to her, there was no evidence, and he would arrest her back for a yarn, her body was Han, so she was not afraid.

"You-" Xue Tianjiao was fierce, and her fingers squeezed hard. Due to the long nails, Nangong Xinyao's blood flowed down.

"Sss Scratched by her, Nangong Xinyao took a painful breath of cold air.

"You, you—" Xue Tianjiao's eyes widened in horror and looked straight at her arm.

Neuropathy, that—

She looked down and saw that the blood from her arm was not normal human blood, but purple. Her eyes were wide open as her mouth was wide open. When she had a miscarriage in Yu Chenguo, her blood was still red, and since when did her blood turn purple.

"Oh my god, what's going on." Could it be that the poison from last time has not been cleared.

"You're not human, you're not human." Xue Tianjiao stepped back in fear.

"Your sister, you're not human, your whole family is not human."

She's just been poisoned, how could she not be human. But she didn't feel anything uncomfortable, and even she couldn't figure out what was going on. Suddenly, everything came to mind about her body.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with this body, Xiao Yunfeng, yes, look for Xiao Yunfeng." After deciding on the person she was looking for, Nangong Xinyao was in a hurry.

"You can't go, say, who the hell are you." Without figuring out why the bloodstains were purple, she couldn't let Nangong Xinyao leave.

"Who am I, I am human."

If she's a youkai, then they still have a life there. They hurt her so badly, if it was a monster, they were allowed to hurt her in the slightest. If it's a monster who knows magic, then just slaughter them, and they are allowed to hurt themselves, and she is not a fool.

"No, you're not." Xue Tianjiao shook her head.

"You-"

Taking advantage of Xue Tianjiao's panic and stunned at the same time, Nangong Xinyao pushed her to the ground, ready to go to Xiao Yunfeng to take a look. See if her poison hasn't been cleared yet, purple blood, fools know that the color of this blood is wrong.

"You can't go, this palace has to tell His Majesty Xuanyuan." Perhaps, she can use this to get the snow warbler to penetrate.

"Tell your sister, let me go." People with martial arts are different, they climb so hard even after being pushed down.

"This palace doesn't tell Yingying, but tells His Majesty Xuanyuan." Her sister Xue Yingying was not there, she really didn't understand why Nangong Xinyao kept talking about her sister.

I don't blame you for not understanding my words, but I have to see a doctor now.

If something goes wrong with her body, it won't be good if she braids. She also wanted to happily marry Xuanyuan Yuji, but she braided halfway, and there was nothing left, so she didn't do it. As long as there is a life, it is not a problem to do anything. If you don't die, you'll still do a thing.

"Sister, what are you going to do?" She didn't want to worry about the past, what else did she want to do.

"Nothing." Suddenly, Xue Tianjiao let go of her and looked at her with straight eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong with you."

Suddenly, he looked at her stupidly, with a dull expression, and this expression was obviously what Murphy looked like when he was controlled by Xue Tianjiao. She was confused, and her little face wrinkled together. I kept studying Xue Tianjiao up and down, but I just couldn't see anything.

"What's going on, what is she going to do." Nangong Xinyao frowned.

"Master, master." A crisp and immature voice came to mind.

Who, who is talking - look around, but Nangong Xinyao can't see anyone for a long time.

She touched her head, her brows furrowed, and the voice was obviously the same voice that had called her in the first place. The master, what the master, is it her who is talking about? Scratching at her hair hard, she looked distressed, not knowing what the sound was.

"What are you, why do you keep following me, talking inexplicably, scaring me to death." No matter how big the heart is, it can't stand a few blows.

"Master, how can you forget me." The voice was very sad.

The sorrow flowed through her heart like a clear spring. It's cold, it's cold, it's very uncomfortable. That voice always felt familiar to her, but she just couldn't remember hearing it there, seeing it there. Squatting down in distress, she pressed her hands against her cheeks, her brows furrowed tightly.